This is what makes us girls

Remember how we used to party up all nightSneaking out and looking for a taste of real lifeDrinking in the small town firelight(Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice)

Sweet sixteen and we had arrivedWalking down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi!"Stealin' police cars with the senior guysTeachers said we'd never make it out alive

There she was my new best friendHigh heels in her hands, swayin' in the windWhile she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little Bambi eyes:"Lana, how I hate those guys."

This is what makes us girlsWe don't look for heaven and we put our love firstDon't you know we'd die for it? It's a curseDon't cry about it, don't cry about itThis is what makes us girlsWe don't stick together 'cause we put our love firstDon't cry about him, don't cry about himIt's all gonna happen